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I have done some strange things in my day, no doubt. Hardly ever do I have the chance to use props though. This day was definitely a special occasion. My brother, myself and several of our friends decided to hit up the local Denny's restaurant. This was our usual rowdy hangout and we more often than not brought too much attention to ourselves. I was tickled pink at that day's Wal-mart success. I was now the proud owner of a walking, talking moo cow. Eager to test Little Moo on the public, I decided the best spot for the trial run would be Denny's. I endured the stares and suggestive comments as I walked that mooer into the restaurant. We were stylin like whoa. My entourage and I were seated promptly and our waitress was anxious to get our orders. Not wanting to let the cat..err..cow out of the bag too soon, I hid the spotted wonder under my seat. The waitress took our order and she was off to the kitchen. Now was the time for my plan of action. I adorned Little Moo with a kerchief fashioned from a napkin. Since he was hungry, I also handed him a fork. Aside from a waiter named Mike's comments about frying up some beef products, Little Moo was raring to go and had a swell experience. He even made a new friend in our waitress when she returned with our food. I set him on the table and let him roam the new territory. When the waitres returned, she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of the cow. Luckily, she didn't spill our food and we ate massive amounts. She even commented on how well-mannered Little Moo had been all evening. Moo got his fair share of cheese fries and chicken fingers and burped with delight. If you ever see me and Moo hangin out on the street, don't be hesitant to shout a holla. Moo is one down heffer. |
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